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For three years , Lucia had been the lead model for the Fort Lauderdale boat show. It was a good gig and paid her $10,000 for two days of her time. The only problem was the slimy organizer, Jim, who had hit on her the first year and made it clear she wouldn’t be invited back unless she put out for him. At the time, Lucia needed the money, so she sucked it up and gave him what he wanted, even though it violated everything she stood for. This would be the fourth time, but this time, she didn’t care if she was invited back because she was now sitting pretty with Peter wrapped around her little finger. So, she had plotted her revenge carefully.
Lucia had flown out the afternoon of Tim’s whipping. The next two days she worked her ass off at the show. She also kept up an incessant cock tease on Jim and promised him sex the last night of the show. He was almost panting with desire by the time they got to her hotel room after a long dinner during which she ran her long nails over his crotch while she licked his ear with her long, cat tongue. After she got him to strip, she had no difficulty in convincing him to let her tie him up (she had rigged the bed with ties earlier in the day).
“Now, Jim,” she murmured sexily as she straddled his spread-eagled body, “you know how you’ve told me that if I don’t screw you, you won’t invite me back to the show? Well, now it’s pay back time.” “What do you mean?” he demanded uncertainly. “I mean,” she said as she snapped a picture of him tied up on the bed, “that I don’t need to work your fucking show ever again and I’m going to make you pay for treating me like a whore.”
“What are you talking about? You’ve been just as hot to fuck as I have.”
“Sorry, Jim, you’ve got that wrong. But now I’m as hot as I’ll ever get just thinking about what I’m about to do to you.”
Lucia got off the bed and turned the TV on high. She took a small, silver chain from the side of the bed and straddled Jim again.
“I turned that up so that nobody hears you screaming. I wouldn’t want to be disturbed before I’ve finished with you.”
“You’re crazy!” Jim yelled. “Let me up this minute.”
Lucia smiled winsomely and then, without warning, slapped Jim viciously across the face. She waited and then struck him again. Four more times she slapped him. His lip and cheek felt like they were on fire and swelled up to twice their normal size. A small rivulet of blood ran out of the corner of his mouth where her ring had cut him open.
She got off him again and took a series of pictures with her digital camera.
“Just so you don’t any funny ideas. If you try to retaliate against me, I’ll send these pictures and some emails of yours that I’ve saved to your little wife. I’m sure that she’ll be very happy to learn what you’ve been doing at these shows.” Jim stared at her in horror and realized that he was fucked.
Lucia fastened the alligator clips on the ends of the silver chain to his nipples. She pulled up on the chain, increasing the bite of the clips. Jim cried out in pain. “What the fuck are you doing?” Lucia didn’t answer.
She dropped the chain, picked up an emery board and began to file her nails. Then, with her left hand, she again pulled on the chain until his nipples were extended about a half an inch each.
“Men’s nipples really are ridiculous, don’t you think? Especially when you compare them to this.” Lucia caressed her jutting breast and pinched the erect nipple. Jim stared wide eyed at Lucia’s amazing tits, his cock growing harder despite his obvious predicament.
“Yes,” she said, “you really shouldn’t be allowed to have those stupid looking things. So, I guess I’ll just have to cut them off!” With her left hand now stretching his nipples almost to the tearing point, Lucia sliced the nail of her right forefinger through the left nipple near the base, cutting cleanly through it and severing the dense bundle of nerve endings. Jim screamed incoherently from pain that was unlike anything he had ever experienced. Then, she also sliced through the right nipple. She dangled the alligator clips in front of his face. The amputated nipples still clung to them. “Don’t worry, you won’t miss them,” she taunted patronizingly as Jim gaped in shock.
Lucia got off of Jim, took a ball gag from her bag and told Jim: “Open up.” He clamped his lips tight and shook his head vigorously. “So, you want me to make you?” she asked teasingly. “Well, here goes…” With those words, she grabbed his balls and squeezed hard. “Say ‘ah.’” “Agggh!!!” Jim screamed as waves of pain shot into his brain simultaneously from his genitals and his nipples. Lucia shoved the ball forcefully into his mouth and buckled it behind his head. “Now we’ll have a little peace and quiet around here,” she said mockingly. She walked over to the TV and turned it off. “That’s better. Now I can concentrate on torturing you.”
Jim was now crazy with pain. He thought for a moment that he might pass out. Two rivulets of blood coursed down his chest from where his nipples used to be. Lucia got two Band-Aids and applied them to his wounds. “I don’t want your nipple blood getting all over me,” she said. Then, she applied a tourniquet around his genitals which caused his cock to swell dangerously and his balls to bulge and turn a deep shade of purple.
“Let’s see if we can get some cock blood to match your nipple blood,” she declared. She leaned down and bit Jim’s cock hard under the corona, leaving deep puncture wounds. Then she attacked his enormous shaft with her nails, unerringly seeking out the rich nerve endings in his organ. Within seconds, the injured rod was streaming blood. She finished by slicing the fish mouth opening of his cock so deeply that it bled as well. He would feel that wound every time he peed for at least a week. Jim was now shrieking nonstop, but all that came out was high pitched whistling through his nose.
Next she transferred her attention to his balls. She scratched his scrotum with her nails, leaving thin wounds in his taut flesh. Then she grabbed the scrotum and squeezed it hard several times, all the while watching his face to make sure that he didn’t vomit. Finally, she inserted a needle into each of testicles, something she had never done before but had been one of her sick, sadistic fantasies. She examined him to see their effect and was pleased with the look of intense pain and suffering on his face, which had turned a deep shade of crimson.
“It would be a shame to waste that,” she said looking at his bleeding cock and then pulled a condom over it. She mounted him and used her cunt as an instrument of torture on his wounded rod. Jim’s eyes bulged as the overwhelming sensations of pain flooded his brain. Unable to bear it any longer, he lost consciousness just as Lucia’s cunt squeezed him in a mind shattering orgasm.
Jim was still unconscious when Lucia finally disengaged from him. She examined his body carefully. His whole genital area was covered with blood from both his cock and balls. The thin needles she had used to pierce his testicles were still embedded in them. She removed them, which caused small streams of blood to seep out of the holes she had made. She took a shower to wash off any of his blood that had gotten on her skin, dressed again and untied him. She left a note on his stomach that read: “It’s been nice doing business with you, Jim. Remember that I’ve got those photos and emails. If you ever want to repeat this evening, you know how to reach me.” Then she left the hotel and booked herself into another one for the night before returning the next day to LA.
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Lucia reflected on her victory as she flew home. She had fantasized for a long time about cutting off a man’s nipples and she had also wondered if her nails were sharp enough to do something that nasty. Jim had presented her with a golden opportunity and she had seized it. She replayed the look of horror on his face when her long forefinger nail had actually sliced through his left nipple. The memory made her wet between her legs, so she covered her lap with a blanket, slid her hand under the waistband of her denim mini skirt and into her tiny thong. It didn’t take long before her practiced fingers had brought her to an orgasm.
She knew that the guy sitting next to her, who had already tried hitting on her, was watching her intently, but she didn’t care. On the contrary, she was doing her best to cock tease him just to punish him for getting fresh with her. This was the reason that she didn’t like flying. There always seemed to be some pathetic guy next to her trying to pick her up. Of course, she didn’t make it easier for herself the way she dressed, which was guaranteed to make any red blooded heterosexual male stand up and take notice. She frequently led these men on by setting up a rendezvous at the destination and then standing them up. Or, if she felt really mean, she’d meet them at their hotel, take them to their rooms and give their cock and balls a big, unpleasant surprise.
You might think that Lucia would have sated herself by what she had done to Jim, but the opposite was the case: she was actually so turned on that she needed a new outlet for her sexual sadism. Unfortunately, for Tim, he was going to be her main target.
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